The Prompt: An old man is sitting on a park bench. He has a new paper, a bag of peanuts, and a Coke. What is he thinking?
This park keeps getting filled with more people and less trees. I remember ten years ago when that sapling used to be a large round oak before they cut it down due to hazards to the power line. Hazards nothing. They just wanted it gone because the gnarled branches didn't have an aesthetic appeal. What if they used that approach to people? I doubt people would accept that same reasoning.
At least I don't mind getting up earlier. Young people sleep too much. I'd rather be here at sunrise to beat the crowds to get some peace and quiet.
So much violence in the paper today. Imagine reading about getting iPads stolen. Still not sure I know those even are. Mom used to worry that I'd be held up by Bonnie and Clyde when I was working at the bank. Good thing she's not around now. I don't think her heart could have coped with all the fear in the world now. Here's a section in the paper that never changes too much, the sports.
Mmm, these peanuts aren't too bad. I miss my salted ones, but I've been trying to watch what I eat like my doctor said. At this point in my life, I don't care if I live or die, but I want to see my grandkids grow up and get married. Grace might not be too happy to see me drinking this Coke. "There's too much sugar in there, Dad. Drink at least Diet Coke." Well, a man can afford to have a few small pleasures in life. I'll drink in moderation what tastes the best. Watching my sodium intake over my sugar is more important anyways.
Let's see if the comics have some fresh jokes to make me laugh.
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